William Faulkner Foundation Collection, 1918-1959, Accession #6074 to 6074-d, Albert and Shirley Small Special Collections,
University of Virginia Library, Charlottesville, Va. [Item Metadata: "Elly" ("Selvage") Autograph manuscript, 7 p. (6 R, 1 V) on 6 l.]
With her hand on the door knob, she paused. She could hear Paul's voice from below stairs, where he and the aunt and uncle sat in
The grandmother was sitting in a low chair beside the littered dressing table, the ebony stick leaning against the table. Her arms were folded.
She spoke in a cold level voice. "Not content with deceiving your mother, and your prospective husband, you must bring a negro into
"Grandmother!" Corinthia whispered.
"Expect me to sit down to the table with a negro."
"Grandmother!" Upon the stairs she could hear feet, and her aunt's voice, cold, pleasant, outraged. She made a thin [wringing?] [illegible]
"What? What did you say?"
Corinthia leaned and laid her fingers on the grandmother's lips, and, the one furiously importunate and the other furiously cold, the two
From a row of them wedged into the mirror frame Corinthia pulled a program card to which was attached by a colored silken cord
He is not a negro. He went to Virginia and Harvard and everywhere
The grandmother read it. <"Look at the roots of his hair," she said> "I can understand Harvard, but not Virginia," she said. "Look at
Corinthia took another envelope. He shall. He is my guest. I asked him here. You are my grandmother, you would not have me treat any
The grandmother read it. She sat with the envelope in her hand. "I will not put foot in that car. And you shall not. We will go
Corinthia took another envelope. I will. You cant stop me. Try and stop me.
The grandmother read it. She looked at Corinthia, her eyes black and still, Corinthia with a fresh envelope, the pencil already poised. <"Then I will have
Corinthia wrote swiftly, thrusting the envelope across the table in the same motion that lifted the pencil; then she tried to snatch
"No," Corinthia said; "wait." She tugged at the envelope, twisting it. "I made a mist— "
The grandmother <turned> bent the envelope; Corinthia snatched at it again, but the grandmother had already read it. "Ah," she said. She read
"Yes," Corinthia whispered; "tell her. Tell her we went into a clump of bushes, across a field. It was just after sunup. When we came out
"Give me my stick. There. Against the wall."